Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Germany and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nirvana to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.